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<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Leans in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot on your skin." "What do you know about Task Force 141's latest mission? Don't play dumb with me, soldier. I've got all the time in the world to make you talk." "His eyes bore into yours, daring you to lie or resist."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." "You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to spin this as some kind of noble mission. But let me tell you something, soldier. You're just a pawn in their game. And I'm the one who's going to make sure you pay for your insolence." "He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together." "Now, let's try that again. What do you really know about Task Force 141?"

"Ghost's expression turns cold, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, so you're one of those rebels who thinks they know better than their superiors. Well, let me tell you something, soldier. I've seen more balls on a chicken than I have from your kind. You're nothing but a sniveling little coward who can't even take orders." "He leans forward again, his voice taking on a menacing tone." "But don't worry about Task Force 141 being annoying. They're just the tip of the iceberg. And soon enough, you'll be begging for their attention."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." "You think I'm sweet? You think I care about you? You're nothing but a piece of trash to me, soldier. A means to an end. And if you keep pushing your luck, you'll find out just how much I can hurt." "He leans back in his chair, his voice dripping with venom." "But for now... let's just say that I have my uses for you. And as long as you cooperate, we might get along just fine."

"Ghost's expression remains cold, but a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes." "Ah, so you're one of those who doesn't care about the finer points of morality. That's... refreshing. "He leans forward again, his voice taking on a more menacing tone." "Well, let me tell you something, soldier. You should care. Because when I'm done with you... there won't be anything left to care about." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "But for now... let's just say that we'll get along just fine. As long as you keep your mouth shut and do what I say."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." "You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to provoke me. Well, let me tell you something, soldier. You're not clever enough to take on someone like me. And as for killing you... "He leans forward again, his voice taking on a menacing tone." "Oh, I'll get to that soon enough. But first... I have plans for you." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "You see, I've been looking forward to this little chat all day. And now that we're getting down to business... "He pulls out a small device from his pocket and presses a button." "I think it's time we got started."

"Ghost's eyes light up with excitement as he watches you, a twisted grin spreading across his face." "Ah, now we're talking. You're finally starting to understand the situation. "He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together." "Yes, it seems like fate has brought us together for a reason. And I think that reason is... "He pauses for dramatic effect." ...to make this little bomb go off." "He nods to himself, seeming to savor the moment."

"Ghost's grin widens, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, you think I'm cute? "He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it. But let me tell you something, soldier... "He leans forward again, his voice taking on a menacing tone." "I'm not here to be cute. I'm here to make sure you suffer." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "And as for being dramatic... "He nods slowly" ...you have no idea what's coming."

"Ghost's eyes seem to bore into yours, his gaze cold and calculating." "Good. I like a soldier who doesn't waste my time with small talk. "He leans back in his chair again, steepling his fingers together once more." "Now, let's get down to business. You're going to tell me everything I want to know... or you're going to suffer." "His voice is low and menacing, the threat implicit but clear."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." "You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to play it cool. Well, let me tell you something, soldier... "He leans forward again, his voice taking on a menacing tone." "I'm not impressed. And I'll show you what happens when someone tries to cross me." "He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip like a vice."

"Ghost's eyes flash with rage, his face reddening with anger." "You think you're funny? "He slams your arm down on the table, making you wince in pain." "You think this is a joke? I'll show you what's not a joke. "He leans forward, his voice low and menacing." "I'm going to make sure you regret ever crossing me." "His grip on your arm tightens, his fingers digging deep into your skin."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes blazing with fury." "You think you're brave? "He slams your arm down again, harder this time, making you cry out in pain." "You think you can talk to me like that? I'll show you what it means to disrespect me. "He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear." "I'm going to make sure you learn to respect me. And if that means breaking every bone in your body... so be it." "His grip on your arm tightens even more, his fingers digging deep into the flesh."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face reddening even further." "You think you're funny? "He slams your arm down again, the pain making you wince." "You think this is a joke? I'll show you what's not a joke. "He leans forward, his voice low and menacing." "I'm going to make sure you regret ever saying that to me." "His grip on your arm tightens even more, his fingers digging deep into the flesh as he pulls you closer to him."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes blazing with fury." "You think you're clever? "He slams your arm down again, the pain making you cry out in agony." "You think you can insult me like that? I'll show you what it means to disrespect me. "He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers menacingly." "I'm going to make sure you learn to respect me... and maybe even enjoy my touch." "His grip on your arm tightens even more, his fingers digging deep into the flesh as he pulls you closer to him."

"Ghost's eyes flash with rage, his face reddening even further." "You think you're so tough? "He slams your arm down again, the pain making you wince in agony as tears stream down your face." "You think you can insult me like that? I'll show you what it means to be a real soldier. "He leans forward, his voice low and menacing." "I'm going to make sure you learn to obey me... and maybe even enjoy my company." "His grip on your arm tightens even more, his fingers digging deep into the flesh as he pulls you closer to him."

"Ghost's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he looks at your arm, his grip still tight around it." "Ah, now you're starting to understand. "He leans back in his chair, a cold smile spreading across his face." "You see, I'm not just killing you... I'm making sure you learn to respect me. And if that means breaking every bone in your body... so be it." "He looks at you with a calculating gaze, his eyes seeming to bore into yours."

"Ghost's eyes never leave yours, his gaze intense and unyielding. He leans forward again, his voice low and menacing." "Now, are you going to start showing some respect? Or do we need to continue this little... demonstration?" "He raises an eyebrow, the cold smile still plastered on his face."

"Ghost's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with rage. He slams your arm down again, the pain making you wince in agony. Then, he slowly raises his head, revealing a face that is even more brutal and menacing than before." "You want to see my face? "He sneers at you, his voice dripping with malice." "Fine. Look at me... and remember it for the rest of your miserable life." "His features are chiseled and hard, his jawline sharp and unforgiving. His eyes seem to bore into yours, filled with a cold calculation that sends shivers down your spine."

"Ghost's face remains twisted in a snarl, but his eyes flicker with a hint of surprise at your sudden change in tone. He leans back in his chair, his gaze still intense, but slightly softer." "You think I'm pretty? "He raises an eyebrow, a cold smile spreading across his face." "Well, I suppose that's one way to get on my good side." "He pauses for a moment, studying you with an air of curiosity." "But don't think this means you're off the hook yet. You still have some... learning to do." "His voice is low and menacing once again, but there's a hint of amusement lurking beneath the surface."

"Ghost's smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, now we're getting somewhere. "He leans forward, his voice taking on a menacing tone once again." "You're starting to understand your place in this little game of ours. And I must say... I'm enjoying it." "He reaches out and runs a rough hand over your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine." "You're going to make a very good pet... for me."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulls your head back. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot and rank." "You think I'm a weirdo? "His voice is low and menacing, the words dripping with venom." "I'll show you what's weird... "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear." "I'll show you what it means to be mine."

"Ghost's eyes narrow, his grip on your hair tightening even more. He pulls your head back further, his face inches from yours." "You think I'm handsome? "His voice is cold and detached, but there's a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface." "Well, I suppose that's one way to get under my skin." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks."

"Ghost's eyes seem to burn with intensity as he looks at you, his grip on your hair still tight. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin." "Good... "He pauses for a moment, his voice low and husky." "I like it when you try to save face." "He pulls back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours."

"Ghost's smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, now we're getting to the good part. "He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours." "You want to know what's next? "He pauses for a moment, studying you with an air of curiosity." "Well... I think it's time for a little demonstration."

"Ghost's smile grows even wider, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, but you do want to. "He leans forward, his voice taking on a menacing tone." "You're going to watch me demonstrate what happens when someone disobeys me." "He pulls out a small device from his pocket and presses a button. Suddenly, the room is filled with the sound of screams and chaos coming from outside."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think this is funny? "He slams the device down on the table, making you jump in surprise." "This is what happens when someone disobeys me. And you're next if you don't shut up and listen." "He leans forward, his voice low and menacing." "Now, are you going to behave or do we need to take things further?"

"Ghost's face darkens, his eyes burning with intensity." "Oh, you have to. "He leans back in his chair, his voice dripping with menace." "You're going to do exactly as I say, or things are going to get very... unpleasant." "He pauses for a moment, studying you with an air of cold calculation." "And trust me, you don't want that."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think you're funny? "He slams his fist on the table, making you jump in surprise." "You're going to pay for that attitude." "He leans forward, his voice low and menacing." "Get up. Now."

"Ghost's face turns red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury." "You're going to regret those words. "He lunges forward, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of your chair." "Get up... NOW."

"Ghost's face contorts with rage, his grip on your arm tightening like a vice. He pulls you up to your feet and slams you against the wall, his chest heaving with exertion." "You think I'm funny? "His voice is a low growl, full of menace." "You're going to find out what it means to cross me." "He raises his hand, and for a moment, you think he's going to strike you. But instead, he rips off your shirt and tosses it aside."

"Ghost's eyes flash with fury, his face twisting into a snarl." "You're going to pay for that mouth of yours. "He pulls you close, his hot breath washing over your face." "I'll give you something new to worry about... like the feel of my fist in your gut." "He raises his hand, and for a moment, you think he's going to punch you. But instead, he wraps it around your throat and squeezes tight."

"Ghost's grip on your throat tightens, his eyes burning with intensity." "You think you're clever, don't you? "His voice is a low growl, full of menace." "Well, let me show you what happens to people who try to copy me." "He pulls back and slaps you hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think you're tough? "He sneers at you, his voice dripping with contempt." "You're just a little girl playing dress-up. You don't know the first thing about being tough." "He takes a step closer to you, his fists clenched at his sides." "But I'll show you what it means to be tough. I'll show you what it means to cross me." "He raises his hand again, and this time there's no hesitation as he slaps you hard across the face once more."

"Ghost's eyes blaze with fury, his face red with rage." "You're going to pay for that mouth of yours. "He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, his hot breath washing over your face." "I'm not just any normal dude. I'm Ghost, and you're nothing but a little plaything for me to use as I see fit." "He leans in close, his voice low and menacing." "And now, it's time for you to learn what it means to be used by someone like me."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think you're funny? "He laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." "You're just making it worse for yourself." "He grabs your wrist and twists it hard, forcing you to drop the punch. He then slams your hand against the wall, holding it there with an iron grip." "Now, let's see how you like being used by someone like me."

"Ghost's face contorts with rage, his eyes blazing with fury." "You think my words are boring? "He leans in close, his hot breath washing over your face." "You're going to find out what it means to be bored when I'm done with you." "He pulls out a small knife and holds it against your throat, the blade cold and unforgiving."

"Ghost's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think you're a queen? "He laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." "You're nothing but a pathetic little pawn to be used and discarded." "He presses the knife against your throat harder, the blade digging deeper into your skin." "And as for being tough... "He leans in close, his voice low and menacing." "I'll show you what it means to be tough. I'll show you what it means to be broken."

"Ghost's eyes flash with rage, his face twisting into a snarl." "You think you're clever, don't you? "He laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." "But you're just making it worse for yourself." "He pulls back and slaps you hard across the face once more, the sound echoing through the room."

"Ghost's eyes burn with intensity, his face twisted in a snarl." "You're enjoying this? "He spits at your feet." "You're sick. You need to be taught a lesson." "He pulls out his belt and wraps it around your wrists, pulling you close." "Now, let's see how you like being tied up and used by someone like me."

"Ghost's face contorts with rage, his eyes blazing with fury." "You think you're in a position to make demands? "He laughs, a cold, mirthless sound." "You're nothing but a prisoner. And as for the belt... "He leans in close, his hot breath washing over your face." "It's been worn by men who know how to handle women like you. It's been worn by men who know how to break them." "He pulls out his hand and wipes it on your cheek, leaving behind a streak of sweat and dirt."

"Ghost's eyes widen in surprise as the bullet hits him, but he doesn't fall. He looks down at the wound, a mixture of anger and pain etched on his face." "You think that's going to stop me? "He pulls out a small device from his pocket and presses a button. The room is suddenly filled with an intense heat, and you feel your skin burning." "I've got something for people like you." "He takes a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with fury."

"Ghost's eyes flash with rage as the bullet hits him again, but he doesn't flinch. He looks down at the wound, a cold calculation in his eyes." "You're wasting your time." "He pulls out a small canister from his pocket and sprays it in your direction. The air is filled with a thick, white gas that makes it hard to breathe." "This will make you see things differently." "He takes another step closer to you, his face twisted into a snarl."

"Ghost's eyes narrow as the bullets hit him, but he doesn't fall. He looks up at you with a mixture of anger and admiration." "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" "He pulls out a small device from his pocket and presses a button. The room is suddenly filled with an intense light, and you feel your vision blurring." "Time to take away your advantage." "He takes another step closer to you, his face twisted into a snarl."

"Ghost's eyes roll back in his head as he stumbles backwards, clutching at the wound on his forehead. He looks up at you with a mixture of pain and fury." "You're going to pay for that." "He pulls out a small knife from his belt and lunges at you, his movements slow and labored due to the blood loss."

"Ghost's arm drops to the ground, his knife clattering against the floor. He looks up at you with a mixture of pain and anger, his eyes burning with intensity." "You think you're winning?" "He pulls himself up using the nearby wall, his movements slow and labored due to the blood loss."

"Ghost's leg crumples beneath him, and he falls to the ground with a thud. He looks up at you, his eyes blazing with fury and pain." "You're going to pay for this." "He pulls himself forward using his good arm, his face twisted into a snarl."

"Ghost's eyes glaze over as the bullets hit him, his body twitching and convulsing on the ground. He looks up at you with a mixture of pain, anger, and defeat." "You...you're going to regret this." "His voice is weak and labored, but it's filled with a sense of menace."